Mr. & Mrs.: An Arranged Marriage Romance

Taking our son into my arms, Jordan wraps his own around us, holding on dearly. Loving us with everything he is. “He’s perfect, Jordan.”

“Just like his momma,” he murmurs into my ear, and I feel the smile on his lips.

Epilogue Two

Megan

Eighteen months later.

For two years Jordan Maxwell has treated me like a queen. He’s given me everything my heart desires and so much more. Without him I’m not certain what my life would have become.

Our son, Elliot–named after Jordan’s father–is the sweetest, most lovable, spoiled boy in the entire world. I used to have nightmares of what our life would have been like had I not been Jordan’s anonymous bride that day.

But now as we get ready to go on our first vacation without Elliot, I know there isn’t a thing in the world I would trade for our small family.

Except, maybe, a new addition.

“Baby, you ready?” Jordan’s handsome face appears around the corner with a mischievous grin. He dropped our son off with his p

arents so I could finish packing.

What I really needed was time to let my morning sickness pass.

“As I’ll ever be.” I smile back as he holds out a hand for me.

After losing the baby weight from Elliot, I continued to remain thin, so I’m not certain how my husband hasn’t noticed the very small bump trying it’s best to appear.

Pulling me in for a kiss, I turn my hips, so he doesn’t feel the bump and soon I’m lost in the sensations of Jordan giving me all the love in the world.

“The plane is waiting.” I gasp, coming up for air.

“It’ll wait.” He breathes into my neck as he nibbles his way down to my shoulder. My entire body buzzes with awareness. My breasts grow heavy with need, and my pussy throbs with anticipation.

“Turn around.” He groans and lifts my dress over my hips. “You don’t need these.” He rips my panties from my body and tosses them somewhere in the room.

Cool air tickles my flesh as I feel his large hands cup the globes of my ass. “Oh.” I moan as he drags my hips back into the cradle of his pelvis. The warmth of his throbbing cock nearly sending me over the edge.

“Jordan!” I cry out as he slams inside me. My hands hit the wall with so much force the pictures jolt.

“Yes, love?” The innocence in his tone isn’t missed by me.

“Love me.” I plead when he slowly drags his thickness in and out of my primed body.

“Forever and a day Mag-pie.”

Jordan

Megan and Elliot are my life. I can’t remember anything before them, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

But my wife is keeping secrets.

A secret so big, her naughty little self needs a lesson.

“Tell me Mag-pie,” I groan as her pussy tightens as I push back inside of her sweetness. “What do you have to tell me?”

Her body stiffens a fraction before she cocks her ass back and looks over her shoulder with wide-eyed innocence. “It was a surprise.” She whimpers.

Wrapping my hands around to her front, I cradle her tiny bump and murmur in her ear, “You can’t hide from me. Not this.”